| Break of dawn ain’t enough
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| Hey, what’s up?
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| I wrote you theses letters 'til my heart was getting paper-cuts
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| Every night and
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| Yelling that
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| Breakin' up
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| Wish we could reverse the time
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| Leave this place
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| Escape the dust
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| I ain’t good at listening
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| I don’t have a vision
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| I’m as stuck as you
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| Ain’t no central mission
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| Don’t know what to do
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| Enter this intermission
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| The end of my intuition
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| I’m going with the current
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| But current times is cursing
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| With your voice, it’s sounds like cursive
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| Except it’s here to hurt me
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| I didn’t mean to hurt ya
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| I love it when you smile
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| I hate it when you curse me
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| I love it when you’re here to stay
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| I hate your empty wording
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| I hate these petty verses
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| I hate the hours when the sun come up
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| Your mood gets worsened
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| Unless that juice was bourbon
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| And then it’s you can’t guess how much I love you
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| Like who determined that it was fuck you when I called you before
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| You fuckin' up
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| I shouldn’t even 've called you
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| You write a song by tomorrow
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| Before I get a chance to drown you in sorrow
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| I’m drafting up
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| Know this circus is crashing up
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| It’s just a game to ya
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| You know however you treat me
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| I act the same to ya
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| Break of dawn ain’t enough
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| Hey what’s up?
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| I wrote you theses letters 'til my heart was getting paper-cuts
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| Every night
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| Yelling that
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| Breakin' up
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| Wish we could reverse the time
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| Leave this place
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| Escape the dust
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| Break of dawn, it ain’t enough
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| Break of dawn ain’t enough
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| Break of dawn ain’t enough |